Doo-doo, doo-doo

It's the Doo-Doo Crew

SBDSM

Long live the God

You know the script

(E-E-Enrgy made this one)

Alright, look, yat

My money so up, you'd think it's off of coffee and some Adderall

Only one pair of shoes, but they cost me 'bout a catalog (Yeah), yeah

It's only one ho with y'all, what you into? Sausage parties?

Chrome Heart bifocals, but they really cost some Cartis

R.I.P. Sierra Mist, nowadays I'm off of Starry (Ah), shh

R.I.P. to Charlie Kirk, my opp just caught a neck shot

We hardly burnt the road down, you talkin' 'bout a rest stop

Alright, yat, alright

Ride around, six-hundred shots in the V, you'd think I came with S.Dot (Pah, pah, pah, pah)

You know I'm a road dog, told her, "Suck it," X-Pac (Suck it), huh (Yeah)

Why he go and sign that 360? They done played him like an Xbox

Oh, alright

Clear lens, they on witch hazel (See-through)

I'll pull a trick and disappear like Criss Angel (It's magic)

Shotta, flrpp-chick-chick, then he switched angles (He gone)

Could've lost it on that road, chillin' at the crib thankful (Amen)

Alright, my hacker on the web looking for some loopholes (He hackin')

Juice checker grabbin' meds from the group home (Meds)

It's nothing that I hate more than a loose ho (I swear)

You movin' loose, bro (Man)

Where all they troops go? (Where they go?)

I thought it's all-out war, I got my boots on (I got boots)

I'll play my role with a ho, Alex Caruso (Role player)

Cuddy say he love the kitchen but need two stoves

I've been gamebreaking from the jump, boy, the hoop broke (Gamebreaker)

I'm finna thump your ho, I'm the junkyard dog (Thump 'em)

The next crib I drop is comin' with a front-yard guard

Floor general, if I make it, it's a one-guard call (Point)

Dawg, I think it's time for you to go and junk y'all cars (Scrap it)

What's that smell in the trap? Probably carfetty (What?)

You know Doc? He for mayor, Tommy Carcetti (Doc for mayor)

Shotta been up in the gym, the shotty arm-ready (Pah)

Five-hundred-pound dumbbells, you know these bars heavy (Heavy)

You ain't lit, you only go OT for birthday trips

This ho finna blow my candles out just like a birthday wish (Whew)

Fuck around and drop an EP on the birthday tip (Whew)

Yeah, happy G-day to me

I don't need a zip, but I'ma grab me three eighths at least (Whew, whew, whew)

We'll beat the road down until the freeway deceased

Peachtree to Joseph Boone, been in GA for weeks

The streets Dr. Frankenstein, they done create a beast (A monster)

Dodgin' APD

Fuzz famous for those one 'bows, 448s, though, not no KFC

All they rats be ABCs (ABC)

Get your bitch off my D, F, I'ma always keep this shit a G, SBDSM